The Postbox

Very thick fog without any sun until this afternoon. I was feeling lazy as far as a blip is concerned. After having a friend visit for a late coffee and then a quick lunch interrupted by my having to go to the other end of the farm to pick up the dog which N had left behind by mistake, I decided to show you our nearest postbox! It is about a quarter of a mile away from the house on a road junction. There are two collections a day except for Saturdays and Sundays. The hunt-gate next to it is on a public footpath that skirts a plantation and leads down into the next valley across the muddy fields.

Earlier this morning I could have taken many more photos but because of the panic the camera was forgotten. N had gone off to get the newspapers from the village shop, the dog barked and looking through the window I realised all the Herefords with calves had got out and were running round the garden and up the lane! I grabbed a garden rake and started calling them and luckily the few up the lane turned round and started following me down and the ones in the garden followed suit after jumping off the wall bordering the high level lawn (without breaking their legs!). They did not damage the lawn too much as the ground is hard from the frost. By the time N returned after about ten minutes everything was as when he had left the house and he couldn't believe what had happened in his absence!! His wife was still peacefully ironing in the kitchen!